Writing Island

only 1 thing is for certain

i will keep on working

typing till my fingers are throbbing

isolated on my writing island

aided by the shade of palm trees

words filling a page

addresses spiritual needs

drinking coconut water as i please 

i’m a distant breeze

to a lover sitting next to me,

engulfed in my face

once he realizes i’m self-centered

he will go away

the inevitability of writing

for 9 hours a day

Love always, Esha <3